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No Way Out

Edward left Bella and never came back, Victoria never came after her, but a monster of the mortal kind did. Now Bella is an NCIS agent trying to solve the most difficult case of her career.


9. Chapter 9

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As we entered the Cullen house I realized that the air of despair I had been waiting for wasn’t there. “Hello Bella, lovely to see you again,” said Esme as we came through the door.

“Umm, hi Esme, are you alright?”

Esme frowned, “Of course dear, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because Jasper was just arrested for murder?” It came out like a question.

Esme’s frown deepened, “Yes, well, we’ve been in worse situations. There was one time when all three boys were arrested for indecent exposure--”

“That’s a story for another time mom,” Edward cut her off, “The reason Bella and I don’t share your laid back attitude in this is due to the fact that we think someone is trying to frame the Cullens for something.”

Esme finally seemed to understand the gravity of the situation, and the expression on her face turned from one of mere concern to one of shock. “Well, what do we do?”

I took a deep breath, “Well, under any normal circumstance I’d suggest you run, but I know Gibbs, and he would find you no matter how well you hid your tracks. He and Ziva have contact all over the place, and your pictures would be out to them in approximately two minutes. Other than that I can pretty much guarantee that Gibbs will be putting you under surveillance by the end of the night, so I’d go hunting as soon as possible. I’ll try to let you know when I’m running surveillance so that you can get out again. Lastly, don’t change any part of your routine other than the hunting. The instant Gibbs notices any idiosyncrasy in your actions he’ll try to bring you all in.” While I was giving my instructions the other Cullens entered the room, but thankfully had remained silent.

We stood there a moment in silence, contemplating the situation before Alice spoke, “Who would do this?”

“Bella and I believe it to be a human,” Edward began, “simply because whoever it was left evidence on the first body. We don’t know that many humans, and the only one we’ve ever actually gotten close to is Bella, but we think we’re dealing with a psychopath, so it could be anyone.”

“The problem with criminals of this nature is figuring out motive, because it’s usually something insignificant. I once heard of a case where a woman murdered a man and his family because he’d bumped into her in the halls at school and hadn’t apologized. I’d go check your yearbooks from the last couple of schools you attended and make a list of every girl or boy you turned down for a date; you never know who the next Ted Bundy is.” If there was one thing I’d learned from my time with Gibbs it was that not all people are right in the head, sometimes the most normal seeming ones are the murderers. “I have to get back, I’m going to try and convince Gibbs that this is too coincidental to really be happening.”

I started towards the door, but Edward grabbed my waist and pulled me up the stairs into his room. “I don’t recall you ever being this pushy Edward, if you wanted to talk to me, you really could have just said something.”

“Who said anything about talking?” And then his lips descended on mine and it was all I could do to keep my legs from turning to jello in his arms Not that it would have mattered because he chose that moment to lift me up and carry me over to the couch. We were lying down next to each other enjoying a fairly heavy (at least for us) make out session when my phone decided to interrupt us.

Abruptly Edward stood up so I could take the call. I almost cried in protest. “Swan,” I said into the phone.

“Special Agent Swan, how good of you to take my call.” Shit, it was Gibbs, “Now, if you would be so kind as to get your ass back here I wouldn’t have to worry about firing you, I don’t have time to fill out the paper work right now, and I would hate to make you write your own pink slip!”

“Sorry boss, I got caught up dodging questions from the family, there really wasn’t much I could do--”

“Just shut up and get here Swan,” Gibbs said before hanging up.

“I’m sorry, I seem to have gotten you in trouble with your boss,” Edward said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it; I quite liked your version of misbehaving. I’ll deal with Gibbs; you just take care of your family.” I rolled off the couch and said my goodbyes to the rest of the Cullens before heading off to meet my executioner.

As I was stepping out of the elevator the rest of the team stepped on, McGee was good enough to fill me in, “Abby thinks she’s got an ID on the fingerprints she lifted off the first victim’s body.

We filed into the lab like ducklings, “What have you got Abbs?”

“Well Gibbs, I really don’t think you’re going to believe this,” Abby started, “I ran the prints through the closed case database, and I got a match on 11 points of the print.”

“What’s so unbelievable about that Abby? We’ve had killers come out of retirement before.”

“That’s just it Gibbs, this person wasn’t a killer, she was a thief.”

“Okay, so this woman just upped her treasure to include lives, still pretty believable.”

“I thought you might say that, but here’s the real kicker, your killer was born in 1867.”

Well, I thought to myself, at least that clears up the business of whether the killer was a vampire or a human, “Did you get a name Abby?”

“Don’t insult me Bella of course I got a name, and a 19th century police sketch to go with it,” Abby hit a button on her computer and a face popped up on the plasma screen, “Ladies and gentlemen, meet Victoria Deveraux.”

The artist was obviously very good; he’d managed to get the color of her flame red hair perfect.